Ye Xuanwu stood in the crowd, touching the pain in his body, and suddenly felt proud.
He looked at Ye Qiaorui who was still relaxed under Ye Zhendong's flexible stick. The pain on his body was soon ignored by him. He shouted extremely excitedly at the two of them who were fighting against you and me, "Come on, uncle! uncle!
Come on! The opponent leaks oil! The opponent leaks oil!" As he shouted, it turned out, "The opponent leaks oil! The opponent leaks oil! Add all the leaked oil to my uncle!" The originally nervous atmosphere was shouted like this by him.
Someone in the crowd couldn't help but burst into laughter, and the laughter was not only unable to stop but also louder and louder.
Ye Zhendong saw that every move was gone, and Ye Xuanwu's shout came from his ears, which made him feel restless. In addition, there was another laughter from the crowd of onlookers who were watching him for unknown reasons. He was restless and furious, and his eyes were all over.
It turned red. When I caught up with Ye Qiaorui, I felt like I was red in my eyes. Wherever I hit it, I swung the stick in a big circle when I turned around.
The people around him were quick to avoid the eyes and body. He was dodging, either hitting the unknown person behind him or stepping on the feet of the person next to him. Those who reacted slowly were more or less hitting the stick.
The crowd suddenly became confused, some were swearing, some were screaming in pain, and some were swearing.
On the other hand, Ye Zhendong used all his strength to do it, but he didn't hurt his opponent's hair. He was a little panting and even his face turned a little red.
Ye Xuanwu surrounded him in front of him. If he hadn't been hiding from experience, he would have been slapped firmly on his body with a stick. Then he learned to be smart and no longer so close to him, but the nonsense in his mouth did not stop.
"Ye Xuanwu!" A loud shout suddenly came from the outside of the crowd, "What are you doing with this ghost crying and howling?"
Ye Xuanwu was shocked when he heard this voice, and even the two people who were fighting were beaten. Especially Ye Zhendong was even more scared and shook his eyes. The stick that originally hit Ye Qiao's sharp shoulder was because of him
The force of his hand shaking was removed by most of the time.
Ye Qiaorui watched his tall and strong father squeeze into the crowd and came to him, and actually grabbed the stick that Ye Zhendong landed on his shoulder and shouted "ao" and "ao" and shouted "ao" and "ao" and "ao".
Ye Zhendong was stunned and looked at him squatting on the ground and shouted, "It hurts so much! Even if you want to teach me a lesson for my dad, you can't put such heavy hands!" He didn't know what to react for a moment.
Ye Zhenshan looked at the scene in front of him and saw clearly who was squatting on the ground. He was surprised and suspicious. As the stick on his son's shoulder slowly moved to the person holding the stick, he was replaced by anger. He heard what his son said again
, so angry that I laughed.
"Ye Zhendong!" Ye Zhenshan's roar shocked everyone around him, and even the smile on Ye Xuanwu's face disappeared. "My son of Ye Zhenshan uses you to teach him! A coward like you who can't get on the table
I might as well not!” Before he finished speaking, his hand clenched into a fist had already rushed to Ye Zhendong's face.
Ye Zhendong was stunned by his roar and was unprepared. He was punched by him. He took two steps in a row to avoid the two punches Ye Zhenshan poked.
Ye Zhenshan's two fists fell and his heart was angry. In a blink of an eye, he saw his son squatting on the ground and was even more angry. He shouted sternly: "You are embarrassed if you are fucking back! Can't you get back? You still want to wait for you to invite you.
Get up?"
Ye Qiaorui stood up and rubbed his shoulder that was so painful. He smiled at Ye Zhenshan with grievance and embarrassment, and shouted timidly, "Dad!"